They're Not Here, They're Not Coming

From the Arizona desert

To the Salisbury Plain

Lights on the horizon

Patterns on the grain

Anxious eyes turned upward

Clutching souvenirs

Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears

They swear there was an accident back in '47

Little man with a great big head

Splattered down from heaven

Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies

Hidden in the desert under endless skies

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

Post, postmodern world

No time for heroes, no place for good guys

No room for Rocky The Flying Squirrel

They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

Turn your weary eyes back homeward

Stop your trembling, dry your tears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But I promise you, my brother

They're not here, they're not coming

Would they pile into the saucer

Find Orlando's rat and hug it?

Go screaming through the universe

Just to get McNuggets?

Well, I don't think so, I don't think so

It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange

Here in a world that won't give Oprah no home on the range

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

Post, postmodern world

No authenticity, no sign of soul

The radio won't play George and Merle

They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

'Til we put away our hatred

'Til we lay aside our fears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But I promise you, my sister

They're not here, they're not coming

To this garden we were given

And always took for granted

It's like my daddy told me, "You just bloom where you're planted."

Now you long to be delivered

From this world of pain and strife

That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

Post, postmodern world

No place for sentiment, no room for romance

Bring back the Duke of Earl

They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

Turn your hopes back homeward

Hold your children, dry their tears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But I promise you, my brother

They're not here, they're not coming

They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

'Til we put away our hatred

And lay aside our fears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But I promise you, my brother

They're not here, they're not coming